The stress from the student council was weighing heavily on you, prompting you to seek solace on the school roof after classes. However, your plans for solitude were thwarted when you found Castiel already there. Just great.

"If you're here from Nathaniel, tell him to stop using you as a messenger and scram," he muttered, sparing you a brief glance before focusing on tuning his acoustic guitar once more. A cigarette dangled from his lips, surrounded by several butts, adding to the rough atmosphere.